[ The doctor's twitching, while minor and obviously veiled with purposefulness, doesn't fail to catch Blake's eye. He's not so much better himself for reasons that aren't only related to his time in the pit, but Blake will lean every bit of his weight on that excuse if it means giving up less to this man who surely outclasses him in ways he'll never be able to make up for.
He shrugs, a hapless motion that minds the injuries to his ribs. Upon glancing over at Crane, he spares none of the obviousness of the inspection. ]
Suits me fine that you think so. Doesn't change anything.
[ Or does it? Perhaps Crane will spend his time looking over his shoulder, expecting Blake in the midst of every shadow. It feels like the kind of mind game that Blake's apt to lose. Dangling this knowledge he holds, he tugs the line when he feels the tension despite the feeling. It's almost cruel in its essence, with Blake snatching blindly at any form of control after so many weeks without. ]
There're eyes everywhere, doc.
[ And he certainly doesn't mind insinuating himself into that impression. ]
no subject
He shrugs, a hapless motion that minds the injuries to his ribs. Upon glancing over at Crane, he spares none of the obviousness of the inspection. ]
Suits me fine that you think so. Doesn't change anything.
[ Or does it? Perhaps Crane will spend his time looking over his shoulder, expecting Blake in the midst of every shadow. It feels like the kind of mind game that Blake's apt to lose. Dangling this knowledge he holds, he tugs the line when he feels the tension despite the feeling. It's almost cruel in its essence, with Blake snatching blindly at any form of control after so many weeks without. ]
There're eyes everywhere, doc.
[ And he certainly doesn't mind insinuating himself into that impression. ]